Well, not exactly quoting the title verbatim since I refuse to acknowledge myself as a mindless airhead who's only mind consists of boys, boys and more boys. Did I say boys?

Weird way to start a post, I know. But bear with me here.

Some time ago, I kind of had this boy as a classmate when in primary school and I guess he was kind of cute, teeth and vocab aside. So when I met him again when in high school three years later, I did not acknowledge him even though he had called me by my pet name (if you count PSYCHO as a pet name that is), courtesy of said person himself to avert my attention from my books. (yeah, I'm a nerd. Sue me.)

And I ignored him.

As in EFFING IGNORED him.

It didn't make such a big deal that day until the day turned to night and I fell into a fitful slumber. THAT was the marking point of the beginning of my nightmares about HIM.

The first night, I dreamed about him wanting to kill me since I was a snob and didn't even acknowledge him... This ain't weird, love. It's psychotic!! It didn't even make sense, you know... Yeah, and the days following that, there were more except they were less vivid. But they weren't all nightmares. I guess I got scared since the images were so explicit.

It kept going until one day, at a seminar I attended. Guess who I stumbled upon? (For the sake of everyone's convenience, I'll name him T) Yeah, T! I sort of froze when I saw him and when he saw me looking at him... I smiled. I really didn't know what to do and I had felt so effing guilty all this while. So I smiled my I'm-sorry-and-I-hope-you'll-understand-this-smile-means-sorry smile.

And guess what? HE SMILED BACK!

Thereafter, all nightmares containing T ended.
YAY!!

The point is... Well, there really isn't any point. I guess I just wanted to share this. LOL. And just in case anyone had any inkling that I have a crush on this T, well, throw that assumption out of the window now. Cuz there ain't anything. In the end I realized I was just too consumed with guilt.

But you know what the weird thing is? I didn't even dream about N at all. So does this mean I don't feel guilty towards her??

Whatever. For now, I'm shoving her inside a dumpster or whatever since I hate dumpsters. Who does, right?

Till next time...

Miss Hope

P/s: Yeah! I rule!!
Pp/s: Have fun, Elle! You deserve it... I think... Hehe...